Gogigobo Fairhug

Another one from @Corey Wethern describing the energy between Sal, Aine and Willow. If you were a Ferengi, maybe you could bottle it and sell it! 😆

Very technical @Wil Ukinix! 🤣

@Sal Taybrim is an impish little ginger Commodore, indeed! 🤣

@Serala the best way to land a starship! 😅

Another great analogy, this time from @Alex Forsyth. 😂

Are you sure, sir? It does mean changing the bulb. 🤣 Good old Kryten.

@Alex Forsyth if this is a Red Dwarf reference, then I tip my hat to you.

I'm totally with @Freck on this one with the souvenirs! 😂

Love this analogy from @Kettick. 😂

Great job guys! See you around the fleet.

Welcome to the Fleet! Well done. 😊👏🏻

Oh man, I just loved everything about this sim from @Freck. Funny, clever and imaginative. 👏🏻 (( Temple Grounds, Oslau III )) Freck: Wait a second...I'm picking up an anomalous lifesign. There’s someone on temple grounds who doesn’t belong here…and I don’t mean us. Oddas: More details, as in another species? Some other anomoly? Freck looked closer at the data coming in. Essentially, there was a mobile object – a person – that was so bathed in a mixture of tachyon and chroniton radiation that they were practically putting off the same readings as the Orb itself. Fairhug: Someone who survived the time jump like us? Freck: I think you’re right on the money, Commander…if I’m reading this right. Whoever it is, they’re saturated with chroni- A loud laugh, a clap, and some more quiet laughter made Freck and the others pause, ensuring they weren’t being listened upon. Oddas: ::narrowing her eyes:: Can you track it to its source? Freck: Yes, sir, as well as we can the Orb. They’re on the other side of the temple grounds from us. Fairhug: Surely whoever that is knows what the *orb* really is. It’s too much of a coincidence…and I’m willing to bet that’s our Xern. Freck: You’re right, it’s probably the Xern, but they might just be irradiated after carrying it back here. Well, okay, they are still mobile, unlike the people in the village, so the radiation doesn’t appear to have debilitated them, but I can’t get a read on their species, so I can’t tell if they’re native or not. Oddas: Response Fairhug: It does put a crimp in the plan ::he paused, stroking his beard again:: but does it *have* to be a Xern? If we can get our hands on any monk's robes, it should be enough to at least get us inside, right? Freck: Logically? I’m no Vulcan, but with a decent enough distraction, I don’t think anyone’s going to be looking at anyone in robes. The Xern robes would probably be safest, but…well… Freck shrugged. Risk yourself procuring a disguise or risk being detected while in disguse? This was a decision he didn’t have the experience to make. Oddas: Response Fairhug: Then I say we stick to the plan. Freck, you create a distraction, I’ll get the robes…somehow…while the Captain contacts Ton and Raimor. Agreed? Freck nodded. Standing up, he slipped the tricorder back into his pouch, but slipped his phaser into the box in its place. Oddas: Response Fairhug: Response Freck: Aye, sir. The Ferengi turned and broke away from the others, leaving the tent. Walking back in the direction they had arrived in, he pretended to scope out the merchant stalls that had been set up while they were planning, but in actuality, was looking past them. The temple grounds were surrounded by stone walls, so if they did set a fire here, even if it got out of hand, it should hopefully be kept within the complex and not spread to the village itself. Plus, the cleansing fountain would be a very convenient source of water, even if it had to be bucketed. After several minutes of looking at the merchants’ wares, he spotted something that looked promising. A small wooden shack in the corner of the complex. Smiling wordless greetings at the various monks and other members of the crowd, Freck meandered his way as discreetly as he could to the shack. Expressing fake exasperation, Freck set down his box and knelt down to fiddle with his shoes. He didn’t exactly have laces, but he figured having to mess with one’s footwear on occasion might be a universal issue. In actuality, he was using it as an excuse to check out the shack door. It swayed gently in the morning wind, kept shut by a simple latch. Thankfully, there didn’t appear to be any kind of lock. Looking around one last time to see if anyone was eyeing him in particular, Freck casually stood up, unlatched the door, and stepped inside with his box of goodies, shutting the door behind him. Immediately, Freck pulled out his tricorder, and scanned the area behind him through the door to see if anyone was following him. Then, he looked up and realized he should have probably checked to see if anyone was inside the shack before pulling out his futuristic technology. Thankfully, it was empty. Even better, it was filled with simple tools, for farming and cleaning. Things that could be replaced. Besides, if this temple was anything like his culture’s religious centers, they’d have more than enough money to replace a few tools. Still, he kicked himself for not checking, especially after already being in hot water for having to barter his comm badge away…which then reminded him that he didn’t have any means of calling for backup. If he was caught, or worse, there really wasn’t an easy way for him to call for help. Taking a moment to breathe, and calm his nerves, Freck took in the details of the shack. In terms of needing to start a fire, there wasn’t much working against him, thankfully. The shack had a dirt floor, but the entire building was old and dry. There was even some sort of lantern hung from a rope which ran the breadth of the ceiling, but he couldn’t just throw it to the floor and let it consume everything while he was still there. Even if he got out, he wouldn’t make it far before he was grabbed and accused (correctly) of arson. What he needed was a fuse. Something that didn’t start a fire immediately while he was still in the shack, giving him enough time to get away. Something like exactly what was in his box of souvenirs! There were plenty of necklaces and bracelets, made with stone and probably clay beads, but strung on flammable twine of some description. A plan suddenly formed in his mind, he set down his own box, and pulled a larger crate of some unknown supplies from one of the shack’s corners. Next, he grabbed one of the surprisingly numerous brooms lying against the wall, before setting it up on top of the crate so that the wooden handle was leaning against the rope holding up the lantern. After making sure the broom wouldn’t fall over, Freck reached into his box and pulled out two long necklaces, breaking them and letting their attachments scatter, before tying the strings together, which he then tied to the bottom of the broom. Finally, the rest of the brooms in the shack were placed so that their straw was directly under the lantern. He’d use his phaser to light the necklaces, which would burn slowly but steadily up to the broom, which would hopefully light up fairly quickly. The flames would lick up the broom handle, lighting the rope on fire, breaking, then allowing the lantern to fall and set the rest of the brooms on fire. The shack itself would likely follow. Satisfied with his plan, Freck took one final look around the shack, made sure his tricorder was secure in his pouch and his knick-knacks were packed away in their box. Finally, with no other reason to stall, Freck pulled out his phaser, and lit the fuse. TAG/TBC ---------------------- Lieutenant Junior Grade Freck Science Officer Denali Station D239911F12

@Tomas Falt Denali's true arch nemesis! 😂

Uh oh, @Freck, you won't like @Oddas Aria when she's angry! 😂

Another amusing sim title from @Freck. 😂

Perfectly fine @Alex Forsyth. 👌🏻

This made me chuckle from @Araxxu Vahin. I believe Sir David Attenborough said the exact same thing. 🧐😂

Welcome to the Fleet, all! Great job in training. 🙂👍🏻

Really enjoyed this whole sim from @Alex Forsyth. Love the little touches of internal dialogue and insight into the nerves of sitting in the big chair! Not to mention the banter with @Alan Letts. 😉 ((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Eagle)) Forsyth: Eyes on the Road, Ensign. That broke him, after she had just stared longingly at a chair for a solid 15 seconds. He thought it was rich and very entertaining. Letts: Hah :: Sarcastically:: and miss THIS captivating image not a chance. :: He winked before rolling his eyes theatrically and shaking his head:: oO Let hope my family curse doesn't applied to acting captains.....Oo She let out a nervous sigh, Trying to get comfy and relax. oO Huh, I was expecting it to feel a lot nicer.... Oo Letts: Eyes on the Road... That poor chair probably needs counseling after being ogled like that. Forsyth: Letts, Please don't embarrass me. Letts: Sorry Ma'am. I will attempt to remain focused. She smiled, Proud that Letts could hold back the jokes. oO Maybe there hope for him yet?..Oo Letts: So is your Captain's pose more Janeway or Kirk? She ponders for a moment, Wondering if to humor him or focus on the task but her curiosity won out. Forsyth: Not sure, I was going for Rachel Garrett. Alex never really thought about her sitting pose, It wasn't something she was going to need at any point in her early career. She shifted slightly, Feeling bit awkward now but that feeling didn't last as a series of small alerts went off at Letts and tactical stations. Letts: Uhhh okay. Forsyth: What is it, Ensign? Before Letts could reply, Ensign Clara Halloway at tactical spoke up. Halloway: Ma'am, I'm getting a distress call. Forsyth: Clar-Ensign, Can you Identify it? Halloway just shrugs as she works, Alex turns back to Letts. Forsyth: Letts, Stand by to investigate. Letts: Aye Ma'am Alex didn't like this, She had hoped to just keep the ship here until the Commander returned but Ignoring a SoS was against protocol. Forsyth: Have you Identified it, Clara? She curses herself for not addressing her by her rank or last name, Being captain is hard. Halloway: Yes, It....It is one of ours. Forsyth: Another starfleet ship, We weren't informed of other ships in the area. She flipped through her memory, The closest ship was the USS Lockerbie and that was another sector away. Letts: Response Halloway: No, I mean it's one of ours as in it from the Eagle. Forsyth: You mean It from the away team? Letts: Response Forsyth: Hold on, Where is the signal coming from? Halloway: Somewhere in front of us, Where our friends are at. Letts: Response Forsyth: Agreed, We should inform the commander. ::Looking at the door.:: Do I knock or call him? Letts: Response Forsyth: Yeah, I'll call him ::Tapping her combadge and clearing her throat.:: =/\= Bridge to Commander Flat =/\= Falt: =/\= Response. =/\= Forsyth: =/\= We're picking up a distress call, It identifies as Starfleet. =/\= Any: =/\= Response. =/\= Forsyth: =/\= It saids it from the eagle but it was also coming from that ship. =/\= Any: =/\= Response. =/\= Forsyth: =/\= Should I plot a course or wait until we get a better picture? =/\= oO And let you take over....Oo Falt: =/\= Response. =/\= TAG/TBC _____________________ Lieutenant.Jg Alex Forsyth Tactical Denali Station D239910AF1

Love this from @Freck.

This sim title from @Freck made me chuckle. 😂

Never change @Kettick! 🤣

This is about as "fabulous" as Gogi gets. 😅 Here he is waiting patiently for the ceremony to start.

This killed me, from Cadet Zenno. 🤣👌🏻

This was a joy to read from @Alan Letts. Exemplary HCO (pilot) simming. 👏🏻 ((USS Eagle, Deck 1, Bridge)) Letts was furiously tapping away at the controls in front of him making micro adjustments by the second to keep the ship on the best path ahead. Watching the suggested path on the side of his console he brought the ship into a turn up and to starboard before tipping the ship forward into a port side spiral. The last quarter hour had been hell, —or heaven, depended on if you were a pilot or not— the tight turns and bends got his blood pumping. The quick movements and split second adjustments were the lifeblood of pilots and he was loving it. As he pulled out of the spiral he glanced to the display and saw a long open stretch ahead of them. Settling the ship on its course he practically melted back into his seat letting out a sigh of relief. His moment of relief ended not to soon when the XO called to him. Falt: How’s it going, Mister Letts? Letts spun his chair around with all the nonchalance he could manage grinning at the Commander. Letts: Smooth sailing sir, not a PADD out of place. ::now concerned:: Why is something wrong, :: grinning again:: did I hit a bump? Falt: You’re doing great. Just keep us at this distance and use the data their sending to plot the best course you can. The look the XO gave him was certainly not one he had seen before, not a glare but almost an eyeroll. Were he not flying he'd have been confused and terrified, but being at the helm piloting a starship, nothing could phase him. It was a feeling near universal to pilots, he revled in it. Letts: Aye Sir. Just keep sending me the good stuff. Letts saluted and kicked his chair back around just in time to BARELY not miss a maneuver. oO Oops Oo He recovered settling back into position to keep his charge steady. As he flew he let the conversation of the rest of the bridge flow by him. Falt: That’s where you come in, Mister Elonat. Is the data feed stable? Elonat: Response. Falt: Let me know if that changes. We’ll be flying blind if we lose that data feed. Elonat: Response. Falt: Lieutenant Forsyth, let me know if you see anything strange on sensors. Anything at all. It may be my imagination but I feel really exposed like this. Ensign König, For the same reason I want to know the second we’re in transporter range. Forsyth: Will do, Sir. König: Response. Falt: =/\= Falt to Neshala, how’s it going over there? =/\= If Letts was being honest he was glad to be in the Eagle and not the shuttle. From what he had learned during his briefing by Neshala and the others the shuttle must have been truly hellish. While the shuttle didn't have to worry as much about tight spaces and quick turns it was almost certainly made up for by being constantly buffeted by spacial eddies. He would bet Latium to Lollipops the inertial dampeners weren't doing anything to help Neshala pilot. Neshala: =/\= Fantastic, Commander. Every pilot’s dream. Couldn’t be happier right now. =/\= oO Shoot yeah, who am I kidding that sound like way more fun. Tight corridors and turbulence? Count me in. Oo Kettick: =/\= Kettick here, can confirm. =/\= König: Response Falt: =/\= Response =/\= Neshala: =/\= Don’t you worry, Commander. You have one of the finest engineers over here to keep things together, and you have one of the two best pilots in Starfleet over here to keep her pointed in the right direction. =/\= Letts: ::To himself:: It's me I'm the other cool pilot. Falt: Response Letts's eyes widened for a second, he hadn't thought he had spoken loud enough to be heard. He kicked himself remembering the teachings of his flight instructors. oO Sterile cockpit Mr.Letts Oo Letts: Nothing sir, just uh... a close maneuver. He glanced to his left and saw Elonat at the science station staring back at him. He hoped they hadn't heard him but had a feeling... He grinned facing his console again. oO Definitely gonna catch flak for that one. Oo Kettick: =/\= Power rerouted from the kinetic shields to the inertial dampeners, Lieutenant. I trust your increased ease of piloting to avoid impacts accordingly. =/\= Letts flinched hearing that the briefing had been spot on, they must have been being kicked around in that shuttle like a canoe in the rapids. The Eagle must have caught up to whatever had caused the shuttle trouble as the entire ship gave a lurch and shudder as though it had struck a rock. Consoles across the bridge let out some very not-so-pleased chirps and beeps. The unpleased sounds were followed by some very concerned speaking. Forsyth: Sorry to cut in, Sir but I'm having trouble compensating with temporal interference. Falt: Response. König: Response. Forsyth: Trying that now, Better but not great. Falt: Response. König: Response. Forsyth: Wait, I think I'm through. Falt: Response As those behind him attempted to fix their own issues Letts was forced to focus on his own task. The path ahead of the ship had just gotten very tight very quick and the fluctuations were about to become a proper nuisance Letts: =/\= ::In his best pilot voice:: Uhh... Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to experience some turbulence. =/\= As he said it the ship began to shudder slightly growing in intensity until it felt like they were riding a wagon over a gravel road. Vibrating in his seat Letts was still impressed by the dampeners, they had definitely mitigated much of the buffering the ship was experiencing. oO Yeesh that means... Oo Neshala: =/\= I’ll see if I can find a clearer path to head through, Commander. But things are kind of rough over here as well. =/\= Letts could hear the strain in his fellow pilots voice. He felt pang of sympathy at the thought of what she must be dealing with. Sympathy turned into empathy as the eagle suddenly lurched downward making the gravity seem suddenly lighter for a moment. Kettick =/\= Eagle, do you expect us to run into more chroniton or tachyon pulses? =/\= Falt: =/\= Response =/\= Any Eagle Bridge: =/\= Letts blocked out as much as he could focusing in on the suggested path keeping an eye on the fluctuations and avoiding them as best he could. Kettick: =/\= Lieutenant Neshala, are there any parts of the ship that are only useful during atmospheric flight, for instance? =/\= Neshala: =/\= Response =/\= Falt/Any: =/\= Response =/\= Kettick: =/\= At our current shield levels, I can't pull enough power from anywhere without disabling something. I'd rather sacrifice parts of the shuttle that are not immediately necessary to our survival. =/\= Neshala: =/\= Response =/\= Falt/Any: =/\= Response =/\= Letts was watching like a hawk tapping away instantly at his console and was barely managing to stay ahead of the fluctuations. If he hadn't known better he'd have thought the distortions were purposefully trying to cut off their path through this spacial knot. Just as he had that thought a massive spacial eddy opened up in front of the ship right behind where the shuttle had just been. He couldn't avoid it. Letts: Ah Hell, ::Loudly:: BRACE!! The Eagle suddenly jolted HARD backwards as if smacking a wall then upward forcing Letts into his seat. He managed to level off and keep them heading forward. Neshala must have been keeping up her side of the clearer area bargain as the path ahead on Letts display suddenly opened up and the rumbling of the eddies dropped off not long after. A silence permeated the bridge for a moment before Letts felt the need to speak up. Letts: =/\= Wow =/\= Neshala/Falt: Response Any: Response. Letts: I have no clue sir, I couldn't avoid it. Speedbump maybe? Falt: Response Any: Response Letts nodded and faced forward again his hands deftly returning to his, now surprisingly calm Piloting. Any: Response TAGS/TBC ===== Ensign Alan Letts Operations Officer Denali Station D240003AL2 GSS